Page 13 of Dark Prince

“See, who the fuck flambe’s eyes? So, no more hiding. Submit when you need to, but I want all of you.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and then bites on my bottom lip, pulling on it until it hurts. “Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell me little deer, what did you do with the bodies?”

“Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you?”

“The soupy bits part?” He asks with a smile.

“Yes.”

“Do you make man soup, little deer? I didn’t take you for a cannibal.”

“Ew, gross. No, I make them into soup and then pour it down the drain in my basement. The entire room is set up as a kill room, sort of like a butcher shop, with drains in the floors.”

“That makes sense.” He nods, like that puts all the puzzle pieces together for him.

“You say that as if it’s not completely crazy.” I respond, almost offended he’s not offended that I kill men, chop them into tiny pieces and then flush them down the drain.

“Crazy is a mindset, little deer. You think Stalin knew the stuff he was doing was bat shit looney? Absolutely not. You have to recognize what you’re doing is wrong or not normal to believe that you’re crazy, lucky for you... self reflection is not my strong suit.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that.” I huff out, feeling like I’m on a whole different planet than this man. “How’s your empathy levels?”

“Non-exsistant.” He replies, letting go of my throat. “Are you finished, they’re probably waiting on us.”

“Well, lets not keep the fucking mob queen waiting.” I push around him, worried she’s gonna be pissed that we’re late.

“Slow down.” He grabs my elbow and spins me around. “Ground rules.”

“Don’t kill your sisters. Be mean to your brother. I understand.”

“My parents are going to ream you with a million questions. Answer all of them. If I feel like they’ve gone too far, I’ll step in. If I don’t step in, you answer.”

“Got it.” I nod. “Can we not upset your mother and dads by taking our time. If I knew they were waiting on us-”

He cuts me off, “They can continue waiting until I’m ready. Do you understand what you’re walking into?”

“I think I can handle it.” I pop off. He laughs and then leads me to the door. I watch as he pulls a key from his neck and unlocks the door. So that’s where the key is. Good to know.

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